I reach for her shirt next, and she doesn’t tell me to stop as I slip it over her head along with her bra. When she’s topless under me, I cup her breasts and push them together. My mouth waters as I rub my face against them and begin to feast.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m telling myself to slow down, but the more I taste Molly, the quieter that voice becomes.
Chapter Eleven
MOLLY
Holy Christmas cakes. Of course he has sexy tattoos that he keeps hidden away. It goes with his whole grouchy persona. A persona that has quickly grown on me. Noah doesn’t give a shit what other people think, and he doesn’t bother with a response to questions if he doesn’t want to.
I should find that annoying and rude, but nope. All these things together are doing it for me in a way I had no clue they would. There is just something about this man that I can’t get enough of, and I'm going with it. No more fighting it or getting into my own head. I'm simply going to enjoy the present and not think about all the tomorrows.
"You always smell so damn good," Noah says. His words are muffled between my breasts.
He's got his whole face buried in them like he’s making me his own personal dessert. I would laugh, but I'm too turned on. I can feel my panties sticking to me from how wet I am. My clit is throbbing like it’s got a heartbeat, and it’s begging for the same attention he's giving my nipples.
"Powdered sugar," I tell him as he latches on to one of my nipples again.
I sink my fingers farther into his hair, needing to hold on to him. I want to touch him everywhere, but he keeps distracting me. Later, I’m going to lick every one of his tattoos and get him to tell me about them.
"No, it's all you. Your sweetness drips out, and I want it all to myself." His mouth moves over, giving my other nipple the same attention.
"Noah," I moan as my hips try to buck. I'm thoroughly pinned, and though it should probably freak me out, I find the thought of not being pinned beneath him every day to be more terrifying.
"I've got you," he tells me as he lifts to loom over me. Does he have me? I want him to. “Do you hear me, Molly?”
“I hear you,” I breathe. I’m just not sure if we both mean it in the same way.
Noah is a man of few words, which makes what he does say carry more weight. His lips turn up on one side, and I think he’s about to smile before he presses his mouth to mine.
My lips instantly part to welcome his kiss, and our tongues stroke against each other. I didn’t realize how erotic kissing could be. I imagined sweet and sexy, but this feels downright sinful, and I love it.
Noah’s touch is filled with passion, and although he might not give much away with his blank stares and unreadable expression, the way he kisses me says more than words ever could. He’s showing me what he’s feeling.
When his mouth leaves mine, I whimper, wanting him to kiss me forever. But instead of kissing my lips, he moves lower, trailing kisses down the column of my neck.
"Let's see how sweet other parts of you are," he says, and my stomach tightens.
He places open-mouthed kisses between my breasts and moves farther down my body. I can feel my heart start to race with anticipation of what is to come. Every part of me is throbbing with need because I know exactly how his mouth sucked on my nipples. It drove me close to the edge of an orgasm, so I'm not sure I can handle it between my thighs. There’s also no way in hell I’m going to stop him. I'm not running scared from this.
Noah kisses along the waist of my pajama pants as his fingers hook into the top. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and I am taken aback by the intensity I see there. I watch him, and he watches me right back as he pulls my pants and panties down my legs, tossing them to the ground. In the process, he slides a knee off the couch and braces himself on the floor with it.
"Spread those thighs for me, sweet girl. Show me what heaven looks like." He licks his lips as I open for him, and I feel his hand wrap around my calf. He lifts it and puts it on his shoulder to fully open me to his view.
I’m completely naked, laid out in front of him. I should be shy, but how could I be with the way he’s looking at me? His eyes eat up every inch of me the same as his mouth did. Noah has pushed me to the point of neediness that I don’t care about the way I look.
He leans closer, taking a deep breath as he inhales my scent. Then a sexy groan leaves him as his mouth descends. I gasp at the feel of his warm tongue parting the folds of my sex before he takes a long lick of me with the flat of his tongue. It slides right across my clit, and my whole body jerks.
Reaching down, I sink my fingers into his hair because I need to touch him too. My hips rock as I try to get closer to his mouth, but it's not possible. He easily covers my sex as his tongue works me over in ways I didn't know were possible. Every inch of me lights up, and with a few quick strokes of his tongue I’m so damn close.
"Noah," I whimper when his tongue slides lower and circles my untouched virgin hole. I'm not sure if he knows that he's the first man to ever know me this way.
His tongue stiffens as his hands slide under my ass to lift me so he can get as deep as possible. He works it in and out, and my sex clenches around his tongue. He replaces it with his finger, pumping in and out, and I lose my breath.
The moment his mouth sucks on my clit, the orgasm hits me like a freight train. He flicks his tongue over it, back and forth, and it sends pleasure cascading through my entire body.
“Noah!” I cry out as I try to close my thighs. Noah keeps them spread open, letting him take everything he wants.
Chapter Twelve
